4 years ago I achieved a big dream of mine when I finally saw “Scorpions” live in concert at the 2011 edition of Hellfest. Not only did I see my favorite Metal band in the known world I also saw some bands I had been dying to see. Such as: Whiplash, Destruction, Sodom, Kreator, Coroner, Thin Lizzy, UFO, Angel Witch, Doro and Atheist.
So I thought: life is becoming shit. I might as well head overseas. I wanted to go to Asia but my NU boss needed me in April when she only wanted me working 6 hours a week.
I changed my flights to leave in June and I ended back in Australia in July. I went back to Hellfest 21st-23rd June 2013 and that’s when I realised something was dragging me down, making me feel bad and horrible.
When you’re young and naïve, you give yourself big plans to see nearly every damn band you like, or the ones on your battle Jacket. But after a few years of touring, going overseas for the sake of Metal. You realise that you are really missing out on allot in life.
It’s not the pain of being in a band and touring Europe for 3 months. It’s the pain of being a fan and your taking time out of your Holidays or your job to go see a band somewhere in the middle of the wilderness and you realise your missing out on the world around you.
In 2011 it was the first time I had ever experienced camping at Hellfest 2011 and it was a thrilling idea to camp next to a grape vine and go to bed listening to Coroner and waking up to Whiplash. But with the 4 days in the wilderness of Clission I really forgot what life was all about.
I wasn’t thinking about my life itself but I just realized that man living away from London/Paris for 4 days is bloody hard as. As I had no idea what was happening in the world and I wasn’t thinking about all the amazing things I could see in the whole of France.
Fast forward 2 years later. I am pitching my tent in a different location in Clission but I realise man this is so rough. I’m getting severely sunburnt, I’m camping in an ugly tent, I have just left my Dads family in Middlesbrough, I’m unsure if I want to see my Cousin Charles or visit Zurich and I don’t even know what the future is holding for me. If I stay in Britain or going back to Australia to work away from the private eye.
Then all of a sudden on the 2nd night of camping some wanker pulled out his cock and started urinating on my tent. All this happened while I am sitting in the actual tent I get so dam furious I just wish I tore down my tent door and shocked this douchebag.
I had a huge fucking outburst as I picked up my tent and just walked myself to another area that had less people.